You Have A Drinking Problem.
You Have A Drinking Problem.
This is a love letter
Because I love you.
You’ve always been saying
I associate you with alcohol.
That “I haven’t been drinking”
“I don’t drink as much as you think —
or at all.”
You fight me every time
Saying “you don’t get me at all”
Yet every time I see you?
Pints in hand and a drawl.
So I’m giving you the option:
Alcoholism or is it Mental Illness?
Drunk dick: rude and negative – or
Bipolar? Depressive? Caustic.
This is a love letter
Because I love you.
You’re dying.
Your health is suffering.
Your liver from drinking
Your lungs from smoking
Your spirit dwindling
From not expressing what you need.
Your heart rotting
In pornography.
Get help, and get it fast.
Do the things you know you must:
Fitness, diet, sleep, relaxation.
A shrink to break through into this.
This is a love letter
Because I love you.
I used to think I was weak
And couldn’t put up a proper fight
But weaklings get off on reactionary
And the strong walk away toward peace.
Some men drink
and it causes issues.
Some have issues
That cause them to drink.
You talk in riddles.
Your hands shake.
Self-care my darling
Or I’ll be seeing you at the wake.
Sylvie Hill 2017